Drugs and alcohol have created many problems in my life. My father had an alcohol problem since I was young. He and my mother always fought and screamed at each other. From a young age, I learned to find things to distance myself because I hated being around them or spending any time with them.
Most people grow up with similar ideas as I did. The fantasy of “never growing up” and “always being a kid” sounds playful and almost harmless. I certainly took these to the next level, graduating from fun and games to living my life on a critical edge.
I was a heroin addict for three years. The three years before that, I would take pretty much anything you put in front of me. That was, of course, before I went to treatment. But my parents didn’t know I did anything aside from smoking weed occasionally and drinking from time to time.
I had been a drug addict all my adult life. I started smoking weed when I was thirteen years old and by the time I was sixteen, I was using methamphetamine on a regular basis. I started dealing meth when I turned eighteen and lived life in the fast lane from that point on.
Before I came to Narconon, I was homeless in Las Vegas, I was doing any and every drug I could get my hands on, and I was utterly miserable. I couldn’t be sober because I would lose myself in depression if I were. Eventually, even the drugs wouldn’t get me high.
Years of anxiety, panic and depression came to a crashing halt at Narconon as I admitted to myself that I had an addiction.
You might suspect or even know your loved one is using drugs and has a problem. But they might think you don’t know. You have to say something—but what? How do you bring it up and once you do, where do you go from there?
Vivitrol (Naltrexone) is used to assist people with an opiate addiction in order to help them quit abusing opiates. Someone struggling with opiate addiction would go to a doctor once a month and have the Vivitrol administered via injection.
April 25th, 2019 was the last time I ever went to a methadone clinic. I was scheduled to go to rehab later that day at Narconon, in Louisiana. I took my dose (145 mg), popped a couple .50 mg Xanax and boarded my plane at LAX.
On December 28, 2018, I arrived at Narconon New life Retreat and had no clue what to expect, especially since this was the first time I had ever been to rehab. I immediately checked into withdrawal and began getting my vitals and was delivered ’locationals’ and given assists.